Lyrics that mean something

Ray Davies - Return To Waterloo

Published by: Davray Music, Ltd. 1985

Look at all the people around me, Same old faces joining the queue.
For return to Waterloo, Return to Waterloo.

Started off this morning as usual,
Checkin' out the mail and all the bills to pay.
Maybe something special's gonna happen, Maybe this is my lucky day.

The forecast says heavy weather, So take your umbrella just in case.
Will I get away, will I see it through, On the return to Waterloo.

Return to Waterloo. Return to Waterloo.

Somehow you feel that the world's been passin' you by.
Can't help thinkin' somehow they're living a lie.
Now I'm asking questions, I never thought I'd ask them before,
Like "why" or "how" or "what am I doing it for?"

Will I reach my destination, Or will I get off along the way?
Will I reach my destination?
Will I reach my destination, Have I stopped or am I only going slow?
Have we got a couple more stations, Or is this as far as we all go?

The headlines cry out from the papers,
"Inflation," "murder," "wars," who really wants to know?
If I return to Waterloo, It'll cost me more in 1992.

Will I get away, Will I see it through?
and come back home to you, On the return to Waterloo.

One of my all time favourites...

Nine Inch Nails - Hurt Lyrics

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear my crown of shit
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feeling disappears
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

In This River-Black Label Society

I've been around this world
Yet I see no end
All shall fade to black again and again
This storm that's broken me
My only friend

In this river all shall fade to black
In ths river ain't no coming back
In this river all shall fade to black
Ain't no coming back

Withdrawn I step away
Just to find myself
The door is closed again
The only one left
This storm that's broken me
My only friend

Tripped and Falling- In Tears and Bad Endings

Dear faith,
I'm coming slowly now to life
When all expression seems to die
Morning wake, I've chosen better not to lie
Will you carry me away
It's so bitter now as the atmosphere destroys our chemistry
I'm defeaned by your silence
Burnt by this change in destiny
And I wait 'cause tonight
I'll grind my teeth away in your memory
But your ghost is here with me and
The air is thick with silence,
It's taste so bittersweet
In the agony- the agony-
Of self-destruction
Stolen confidence in words I'll never speak
You've left me now here to die in self-defeat
And when tomorrow comes,
If I don't wake with tears upon my face,
Have I let you down
Or have you only let me go
The air is thick with silence,
It's taste so bittersweet
In the agony- the agony-
Of self-destruction
Stolen confidence in words I'll never speak
You've left me now
Here to die in self-defeat
And I'll cry for you
And I'll cry for you
And I'll cry for you
On weakened knees
Guess this is just what you've decided for me
And the ending feels like broken glass
That cuts my heart
And I'm folding now into my arms
Oh, in my solace I'm dying for you,
I'm dying for you
I'm dying for you.

I'm back on Cannox, yet again 😊

First verse is wonderfully poetic.

Cannibal Ox - Pigeon

(Vast Aire)

Birds of the same feather flock together
Congested on a majestic street corner,
That's a short time goal for most of 'em,
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And ''Let there be light'' was understood,
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred
I would only hope that two of those are cocoa and butter
To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb,
But I've graduated, got my wings
And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo,
I'm a black man with an African drum in my chest
That beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule
That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
I wrap my ''hell I made it'' wetsuit stitch,
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left,
That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
Like the assassination of two birds with one stone,
That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads
You'll get tossed in the flames
Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame.

(Vordul Mega)

Eskimo metal got shit locked in oxygen shell
Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carrousel
Mega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well
Terror toys jubilated mega noise when iron works
Bullet shot animated mad windows with fireworks
Shinin' summer-time hydrants
Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants
These faces carry scars, mega large
Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular
Detached Christ's Word
But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God
Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird
Getting fly like word
Let it settle
I remember cats snatched off the pedal, steal and bite days
Doo-rags worn tight, piranha bite ways
Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel
Fast like a cheeta now I'm knocked off my African sandal
God damn you, Ethiopian skin mechanical
Trapped in ghetto's meg-yard where mega-hard
Arms swing metal palms iron skin leopard
Holding evil metal eagle attacks the desert
Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty and seven metal shit
Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette
Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin'
Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany
Black boys feed face with rapnoid
Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted
Slinging shot guns through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it
Cats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostril
Brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile
He caught you alone fuse blown
Unemployed screaming ''That's why I robbed you!''
Tired of the Medicaid, deaded by the car Novocain filled with lemonade
''You better get a job!'' mother talked, just another hawk
He nearly ate a bodega food stamp transaction
Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin'
Rockin' my ''hell I made it'' wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I rock my simulated air tank bit
So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic's lit
I'm just a pigeon...

Big Country - Chance